Adultery The Cheating Wife ?

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Meanwhile, Chacha leaned down, his mouth finding her soft, creamy belly. He licked and kissed her navel, relishing the feel of her warm, smooth skin. 




Her belly reminded him of a plump, soft cake—no matter how much he buried his face into it, it seemed to yield and go deeper, inviting him to taste more.

Chacha (murmuring to himself, almost in awe): "Kya malai ka tukda hai yeh pet." [What a creamy piece of flesh this belly is.]



Satisfied, he moved up to her breasts, taking one in his mouth, biting down gently, licking and sucking her nipples, savoring every inch. Ganga’s moans grew louder, her body arching under him as he explored her with his mouth. 

After a few moments, he released her breasts, stopping the motions of his fingers in her pussy as he shifted his grip, holding her wrists firmly and pinning her arms above her head.

Chacha leaned in, his face close to her armpits, where he buried himself in the tender folds, his mouth exploring the delicate, smooth skin. He licked and nibbled, savoring the taste of her soft, untouched flesh, then moved up along her arms, biting the fleshy arms, tasting every inch of her with a fervor that bordered on worship.

Ganga’s body shuddered under his attentions, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as she surrendered completely to him, her head falling back in ecstasy.

Chacha and Ganga reunited in a fierce, passionate kiss, their bodies melting into one another. Chacha took the opportunity, aligning himself and thrusting his cock into Ganga’s wet pussy. Ganga’s gasp broke the kiss, her back arching sharply as she responded to the powerful penetration.



The intensity of Chacha’s thrusts made her body react beyond control. She let out loud screams as her back arched further, her body shivering with the force of his cock driving into her. Chacha buried his face between her breasts, grunting with each powerful thrust, using all his strength to fuck her as hard as he could. 

Ganga (screaming, her voice trembling with pleasure): "Ahhh… ahhh!"



Ganga wrapped her legs tightly around Chacha’s hips, locking him in place, pushing him even deeper as his cock filled her completely. Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as her climax drew closer and closer.

Srinu watched as Ganga’s body tensed, her shivers becoming more pronounced. Chacha could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around him, signaling her imminent orgasm. Just as she was about to reach her peak, Chacha suddenly stopped, pulling back, leaving her on the edge.

Ganga looked at him raising her eyebrows as if she was asking why did you stop?

Chacha (smirking, a glint of defiance in his eyes): "Not yet, madam. Upper-class women treat us laborers like dogs."

Ganga stared back, still confused, as if not understanding where this was coming from.

Chacha (continuing, his voice dark): "You see, madam, I always thought if I ever had the chance to fuck an upper-class woman like you, I’d make her my bitch and fuck her in a doggy position, then cum in her pussy."

Without waiting for her response, he seized her hips firmly, flipping her onto her hands and knees, positioning her exactly the way he wanted. Srinu’s stomach twisted as he watched, helpless, as Chacha took complete control, positioning Ganga in a doggy position, her hands and knees pressed into the mattress.

Srinu’s eyes followed every movement. Ganga was now on all fours, her mangalsutra swaying with each heavy breath, her breasts hanging, her body open and vulnerable.



Chacha didn’t waste a moment, thrusting his cock back into her pussy, fucking her with a wild, relentless rhythm. Her mangalsutra dangled from her neck, bouncing on her breasts, perfectly synchronized with Chacha’s vigorous thrusts.



Chacha leaned forward, his mouth against her back, kissing and biting her skin, marking her as his. His lips moved up to her neck and shoulders, nipping at her with each thrust. He reached for her earlobe, biting down, making her turn her head toward him.



Seizing the opportunity, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply, his body pressing into hers, driving her further into submission.



Srinu noticed Chacha’s face tense, a sign that his own climax was close. Breaking their kiss, Chacha straightened up, grasping her hips with one hand while using the other to press her head down into the mattress. Ganga’s face lay pinned, her hips lifted even higher, allowing Chacha to penetrate her deeply.



She moaned and screamed, her body responding to each thrust as she began to move her hips in rhythm, pushing back against him, meeting him with equal fervor.